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When Anaïs Nin said "I have belonged to you in a way you haven't to me." and when Pir Naseer said "na ho unpe jo mera bas nahi ke yeh ashiqui hai hawas nahi, main unhi ka tha main unhi ka hun woh mere nahi to nahi sahi" and when Byron said "although I am not beloved, still let me love." when Faiz Ahmed Faiz said "Ik tarz e Taghaful hai so woh unko mubarak, ik arz e tamanna hai so hum karte rahenge" and when Mary Shelley said "although I may not be yours, I can never be another's." and Ahmed Faraz said "Dil bhi pagal hai ke us shakhs se wabasta hai, jo kisi aur ka hone de na apna rakhe" and when Alexandre Dumas-Fils said "no matter how long I live, I shall live longer than you will love me." and Mirza Ghalib said "Muhabbat mein nahi hai farq jeene aur marne ka, usi ko dekh kar jeete hain jis kaafir pe dum nikle" and Lemony snicket said "I will love you if I never see you again, and I will love you if I see you every Tuesday." and when Jigar Moradabadi said "Duniya ke sitam yaad na apni hi wafa yaad, ab mujhko nahi kuch bhi muhabbat ke siwa yaad"

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You know it will destroy you, but destruction has that gravitational pull of sorts, dragging you, rather pulling you, towards it.

You are wary of sadness, the depression that accompanies such tragedies, and yet what would life be if it was all merry and no melancholy.

You want to lead a stable, predictable life, and then you tell yourself where is the fun in that, so you go in search of uncertainties, thinking you can handle them.

You detest tragic situations yet deep down you crave them too, for you have an apparently relentless longing inside you, for pain that tragedies bring.

Words were all you had in those times of tragedies, your solace, your one true refuge albeit circumstantial, and yet even they deserted you, leaving you tethering on the edge of chaos.

Happiness is all you want and you can't even seem to define what happiness is, for when you reach a state that would have been seemingly happy for you, you realize perhaps it wasn't really how you had anticipated, or even wanted.

- DG (The paradox of tragedy)

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Life as we know it, will take us places, ones we didn't want to, some we didn't expect to, and also those, we might have thought we didn't need to, and yet each place it brings us to,may only be another step, towards the one, where we are truly meant to be, but since we'd never really know, if the place where we are is actually the destination, we oughta continue living, moving from place to place, perhaps that's what life is about.

- DG

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Not sure if it was watching the setting sun after ages, or the contemplation spot we had found, or your presence by my side, which brought an aura of calming peace. Sunsets are always beautiful and even more so in these cold and dark winters when they've become such a rare sight, but as they say it's not the journey or destination that matters, it's the company and that's just another reason for the gratitude I have within me. A blend of blue, purple and orange of sorts graced us from the distance and in that instance there was a soothing feeling all around.

- DG (Sunsets, 24/12 & 25/12)

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“Maybe we’ll meet again, when we are slightly older and our minds less hectic, and I’ll be right for you and you’ll be right for me. But right now, I am chaos to your thoughts and you are poison to my heart.”

— Unknown

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Because someone like you is impossible to find.

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“Miracles do happen. You must believe this. No matter what else you believe about life, you must believe in miracles. Because we are all, every one of us, living on a round rock that spins around and around at almost a quarter of a million miles per hour in an unthinkably vast blackness called space. There is nothing else like us for as far as our telescopic eyes can see. In a universe filled with spinning, barren rocks, frozen gas, ice, dust, and radiation, we live on a planet filled with soft, green leaves and salty oceans and honey made from bees, which themselves live within geometrically complex and perfect structures of their own architecture and creation. In our trees are birds whose songs are as complex and nuanced as Beethoven’s greatest sonatas. And despite the wild, endless spinning of our planet and its never-ending orbit around the sun – itself a star on fire – when we pour water into a glass, the water stays in the glass. All of these are miracles.”

— Augusten Burroughs, This Is How

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the night sky reminds me of you

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“You don’t love someone because they’re perfect. You love them in spite of the fact that they’re not.”

— Jodi Picoult - My Sister’s Keeper

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“Things usually make sense in time, and even bad decisions have their own kind of correctness.”

— Miranda July